Benji's still shivering, but he relaxes as soon as his shaky hand is pressed to Kurt's stomach -- still only slightly rounded, barely showing. He can't feel the pup the way Corrigan can, not yet, but he feels Kurt's reassurance, their love and gratitude and warmth. So he exhales and nods, palm soft against their belly when they lean down to kiss him, the tension ebbing away like water. "Okay," he manages, breathless, pressing his forehead to theirs for a moment. "Okay. Love you. I love you so much." Unlike Corrigan, Benji's always been free with the words, but that doesn't make him mean it any less.
For all his huffing, Kai is always the first to obey -- especially when Kurt's the one bossing the pack around. He's already grabbing a heavy bearskin, draping it carefully over Benji and tucking him in with clumsy gentleness. "You're gonna spoil him, babe," he teases, reaching out to tug gently at Kurt's braid, his hand lingering on the side of their neck. He doesn't verbalize it -- Benji and Naseer are really the only ones good at saying what they're feeling -- but it's evident in his touch that he's just as terrified as the rest of the pack. There's plenty of room in the cabin to spread out, but the wolves have drawn close around their mate, wanting to be within arm's reach, wanting to keep them safe.
Benji is happy to curl up with his head on Kurt's lap, nuzzling at their thigh with sleepy affection, only squirming a little when Kai wiggles under the bearskin behind him. "Dumb puppy," the older wolf murmurs, kissing the back of Benji's neck with evident affection, and only begrudgingly scooting over to make room for Leo. The whole pack seems torn between whether to smother Kurt or Benji with attention, and the obvious answer is, of course, to do both.
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Date: 2023-07-23 12:38 am (UTC)For all his huffing, Kai is always the first to obey -- especially when Kurt's the one bossing the pack around. He's already grabbing a heavy bearskin, draping it carefully over Benji and tucking him in with clumsy gentleness. "You're gonna spoil him, babe," he teases, reaching out to tug gently at Kurt's braid, his hand lingering on the side of their neck. He doesn't verbalize it -- Benji and Naseer are really the only ones good at saying what they're feeling -- but it's evident in his touch that he's just as terrified as the rest of the pack. There's plenty of room in the cabin to spread out, but the wolves have drawn close around their mate, wanting to be within arm's reach, wanting to keep them safe.
Benji is happy to curl up with his head on Kurt's lap, nuzzling at their thigh with sleepy affection, only squirming a little when Kai wiggles under the bearskin behind him. "Dumb puppy," the older wolf murmurs, kissing the back of Benji's neck with evident affection, and only begrudgingly scooting over to make room for Leo. The whole pack seems torn between whether to smother Kurt or Benji with attention, and the obvious answer is, of course, to do both.